The Plan

Several years ago, shortly after City Boy and I got hitched, I got a rather unusual phone call. Seems a woman across town had found a ferret in her garage. She caught it and caged it and put an ad in the local paper in an effort to find the owner. Several phone calls came in, but none could properly identify her weasel faced visitor. Some admitted they hadn’t lost a ferret, but told her they’d be glad to take it off her hands if she didn’t find the rightful owner.

Cute, adorable, baby ferret.

The woman was explaining her problem to the owner of a local tack store, and the owner gave her my phone number as a resource person. She knew that City Boy and I had a few ferrets and the woman was happy to know she could release her ferret into knowledgeable hands.

And so, a day or two later, I ventured across town into a quiet little park side neighborhood where Sharon met me at the door and thanked me for coming over. Her boys had enjoyed watching the antics of this little ferret, but they knew it needed to be with someone who understood the animal better than they did.

That was an understatement. What they had was not a ferret, but a wild mink! I picked up the cage, put it into my truck and drove home. City Boy was at work, and let me tell you, was he ever surprised when he came home to see the new ferret! “That’s a mink!” he exclaimed.

And that’s when City Boy hatched the plan. The plan to put the mink with the ferret and raise Frinks.

We had a big, yellow male ferret. His name was Squiggy. We’d gotten Squiggy a year earlier when we got a call from the same tack store owner about a mink farm that had a ferret. Someone had brought them what they’d thought was an escaped mink, but it turned out to be a big male ferret. Yes, ironic, don’t you think? We had a ferret that was supposed to be a mink, and a mink that was supposed to be a ferret. Seemed like the perfect match.

So City Boy brought the black mink to the yellow (in reality, albino) ferret. We had a long cage with an adjoining door; we had Squiggy on one side of the ‘duplex’ and the mink on the other side. After a day or two, City Boy decided it was time for them to become better acquainted and opened the door. Can you say trouble? The first thing that mink tried to do was kill poor Squiggy! And Squiggy ran for his life back to his side of that duplex as fast as his short little legs could carry him. Squiggy was a lover, not a fighter, and that mink wanted to kill him.

The next evening, just as it was getting dark, I carried the cage full of mad, snarling, wild mink over to the park where I let her loose down at the fishing hole. Just as I was sneaking back out I spotted the Game Warden. Thankfully, he didn’t see me, or at least didn’t notice the big wire cage I was carrying and I escaped without having to explain the story of the Frink Breeding Project.

Thanks to Lady of Chaos for posting this pic of a critter that was cruising around her farm which inspired me to tell you this story and for so graciously allowing me to steal borrow it and show it to you here! In case you were wondering, this is not a ferret 😉

Way toooo cute. Hey, thanks for the info on the meds. Good thing I only breed once a year. I start my breeding in November and December. That way I will have babies in March and April, found out I have better results that way. Plus it helps with my showing dates. As far as the horses goes, well, long story, to make it short, my hubby one day, puts all my mares in the stall with the stud and had every one of my barrel racing mares bred. Yup, left me without anything to run. So, the next time something needs to get breed, it will be him.lol I missed nearly a whole year of running because of his stupidity. Hope you and yours have a blessed day.
Laura